Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
The moon rose after dark, low and bulbous through the trees, as golden as if it had been dipped in bourbon.
Wintering by Peter Geye
Just now I can feel that little quivering of the pen which has always foreshadowed the happy delivery of a good book. --Emile Zola
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